"Yes, yes, I know,—the foolish people; they should go to Halifax. Well, that is where the big house is in which they make the laws. I saw it when I was there, and it has pictures of kings and queens in it. Now, when a man becomes too clever for this house, they send him to Ottawa, where the Premier is."
"Yes, I remember,—the good Frenchman."
"Well, this bad man now wishes to go to Halifax; then if he is ambitious,—and he is bad enough to be anything,—he may wish to go to Ottawa. But we must stop him right away before he does more mischief, for all men think he is good. Mr. Guilbaut was praising him yesterday."
"He didn't say he is bad?"
"No, no, he thinks him very good, and says he will be elected; but we know him to be a liar, and should a liar make laws for his country?"
"A liar should stay to hum, where he is known," was the decisive response.
"Very good,—now should we not try to drive this man out of Clare?"
"But what can we do?" asked Mirabelle Marie. "He is already out an' lying like the divil about us—that is, like a man out of the woods."
"We can talk," said her niece, seriously. "There are women's rights, you know."
"Women's rights," repeated her aunt, thoughtfully. "It is not in the prayer-book."